Saving What?!

Daylight savings time has arrived and with it comes a bit of sleep deprivation.

One letter. “Z” is for Zzzzz.

The phrase “spring ahead” comes to my head like I am ten years old again. Years later, the memorized phrase still reminds me which way the clocks will fall.

In honour of the special occasion (okay if not an occasion, how would you refer to the time change?), I present you with a poem.

This is christyb, I measure time with poetic words. 

Clock

Time.

Tectonic

A shift of time, like shifting of the earth’s tectonic plates,

Except this one is scheduled by man, pre-planned and routine,

An excuse to call in late for work, claiming forgetfulness

To move forward the house clocks, claiming ignorance

to move forward another day.

For time is already scarce,

Scarce as money for the coatless man

Who lives behind the apartment building next door.

I wonder if he is glad for the shift, one less hour in the dark, one less

Hour in temperatures that chill his cheeks and tighten his heart.

I remembered to move ahead my clocks and now I remember the man,

I think about what kept my home from becoming cardboard, and

What kept my cheeks warm on a pillow last night.

I pick up the phone and call my mom, I tell her I am okay,

I went for a walk earlier and got some fresh air.

I can hear her smiling and my mind sees her face,

She is one reason I have a pillow,

She was one of the lights that appeared within my dark tunnel.

© 2012 Christy Birmingham

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22 thoughts on “Saving What?!

  1. Julie Catherine

    Lovely poem, Christy. I like how your thoughts on time and change wandered to the plight of the homeless man, and then to the gratitude you felt towards your mother; how she was one of your lights in a darkened tunnel for you. A very thoughtful, poetic musing that I really enjoyed. Well done, my friend. ~ Love, Julie xox

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Thank-you Julie. When I began writing my first thoughts were for a light-hearted poem about responding to time changes and then my typing hands took me elsewhere. Normally I write poems using pen and paper but this time I typed as I created. I’m glad you enjoyed the twists of the poem as I much as I do. Take care.

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  2. Marc Phillippe Babineau

    Sweet poem. I would refer to daylight savings time as a waste that should be changed! Why do we need to be in the dark an hour earlier in the winter, when that extra hour of sunlight at supper time would ease the power consumption (oh! did i just answer the question?)?

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      I know! For a few years now there has been discussion about getting rid of the time change but so far there hasn’t been any stop to the procedure. I think it is outdated myself. Thanks Marc for always stopping by to read and comment; our journey together continues!

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  3. dfb

    Beautifully done! Well, as you many know over here (‘United’ Kingdom), we change the clocks last Sunday in March, although there are moved afoot to keep it there (at British Summer Time) all the time, no change back in autumn. Of course, this has not gone down too well in Scotland! In England, most people seem to be ok about it. Great post.

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Thanks dfb! As I said in my comment to Julie, the words took a turn as I created the poem but I am happy with the result. Here in Canada, eliminating the time change has also been debated but so far it is still continuing to occur this year. Routines can be hard to break I suppose! Thanks for letting me know about the United Kingdom, each area has its own procedures and thoughts on the time change.

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  4. Raymond Alexander Kukkee

    A sweet, gentle poem, Christyb….. I liked the meandering, the sense of wandering thought, a natural progression and appreciation of surroundings when half-asleep — seemingly with the new sun trying to awaken the senses.
    I dislike changing the clocks, because ‘clock time’ is artificially set for business. It has nothing to do with nature. I wake up with the sun, year around and enjoy whatever ‘time’ it may be… “:)

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      I am also less conscious of time than I used to be, Raymond. I no longer wear a watch and enjoy the freedom of not being tied to a certain hour. Your description of the sleepiness is great, I could tell you are a poet just from this comment even if I had not read your poems! I like your easy-going attitude 🙂

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  5. Jane Carroll

    I find it interesting…when my writing takes its own twists…revealing thoughts that I was unaware of…

    I can’t help but think…there is no extra hour of sunlight…it’s only moved…like the homeless man…if he should choose another building…would still be homeless…

    Beautiful thoughts…as always…I’m glad you called your mother…it makes us happy…LOL!

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Ah yes and perhaps the shadows of the building to which he moved could fall differently on him and provide more warmth than the current building… I’m glad you appreciated the twists of the post here and could relate. Nice to see you today Jane!

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  6. Eric Alagan

    The poem started off kinda light but quickly picked up ‘weight’…thanks to Mom, we sleep in warms bed.
    Makes me wonder though – when that old man was a chubby baby, what dreams did his Mom have for him…

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    1. Christy Birmingham Post author

      Yes, we don’t dream for children to grow up to be homeless and about the hard times… a good point Eric. The poem took a more serious tone as I wrote it but I am pleased with the result. Cheers to moms everywhere! Thanks for stopping by to comment today Eric.

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